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THE MONKEES lyrics : "Sweet Young Thing"

Know that something very strange
Is happening to my brain.
I'm either feeling very good

Or else I am insane.
The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild

But feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child

And it's love you bring,
No that I can't deny,
With your wings,

I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts

To try and bring me down
Turned on to the sunset,
Like I've never done before.

And I listen for your footsteps
And your know upon the door.

And it's love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
All these things,

When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing.

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